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Abstract Senses

On this fall mourning, leaves are creeping and dreary. I scowl at this landscape desperately, where a thousand faces is hidden, but for Wise Men. Would this infernal and fantastic noise charge at the edge? Or do my shameful thoughts smile upon you? I...

Bitterness

Flowers are fading, theircries are haunting me, petals of raining, floral sobs. Thanks for dressing me in this fall coat exhilarating all my senses by this slight fetid humidity! Trees are unveiling and their bareness captivates me, heavenly still-life,...

Dementia

Between Heaven and Earth Stands up mankind little divine and not sublime enough. Between the unreal and the material arises the incarnate man little iridescent and Hell bends down the persecuted little idyllic and to afflicted. Between the alert and th...

In the Throes of Apocalypse

Shadows rushing in the sky like fanatical riders, winds are beating strong down on our lands… No one ought to offend against the majestic Nature You know how terrible her war hymn can be! Shadows rushing in the sky like fanatical riders Beginning a crazy...

Les méandres de l'âme

A présent que tu erres A travers des terres Qui me sont étrangères Là où la nuit est souveraine… Parfois ton visage émerge De cette foule incandescente… Je vois alors clair en moi. Je reste prisonnière De peur que tu ne disparaisses, Tel un amer sou...

Phoney Icons

Lost moments blown away… They are wounds time cannot heal… I looked at you as a friend, I looked at you as a guide, I wanted to be perfect, perfect as a child… I looked at you as a friend, I looked at you as a guide, I just wanted to be perfect, but a...

Picture of Dorian Gray

Staring at the one occupying the picture Both envy and hate got a grip on me Time wouldn’t fade the lines of his face. Admired and lusted after by some noble guests As you would be kept clear of by those who would’ve brought you up to deity. I wish time...

The Grievous Musician

Playing with your fingertips on the strings of my weaknesses, I don’t want to be your muse. I pray that you will free me from the weight of your dire chords. Thus putting down the bow of your desires, kind of echoes inside of me, I pray for my soul’s ea...